To Be Silent

In recent days, I’ve been reminded of that old Mother’s saying: “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say it at all.”

I’ve been speaking a lot – in person, through messages and emails, organising, helping, working and chatting. That’s life. We communicate.

But I’ve also been more aware of what I’m saying. The intent behind my words, the effect I hope them to have. Doing my best to achieve understanding.

Ultimately, everything you say (in voice or in writing) is utterly beyond your control once it’s said. It’s out in the world, for good or ill. And always open to interpretation. As a writer, I’m very aware of this.

Obviously, the simple example that most of us can relate to is social media, and the frequent misunderstandings that come about because of lack of context, proper explanation or over-simplistic soundbites. Again, though, we can look deeper, to the intention of the speaker/author. Do the words really mean to directly hurt or anger you, personally? Or is the creator just expressing themselves and their current emotional state (not necessarily well)?

This New Moon, I’ve been feeling deeper flows moving beneath us. Change is very much in the air. Sometimes that means simply stopping your own monologue so that you might better hear it. Your story goes on… just in descriptive terms, not conversational.

Yes, communication is good; so is information, of course. But we also need time to pause, to reach beyond language, to see, hear and feel what’s really going on.

Morning Magic

Some days are hard to begin. There seems so much to do, not enough time (or money, or energy) and I’m struggling before I start. Motivation can be tricky to pin down, and worries take over.

Lately, however, there have been small glimmers of brightness to dispel those clouds. Some news from a distant friend, a small joke or happy comment on my social media – or watching the dogs explore the garden first thing, surprising birds and exploring just for the love of it.

I’ve been intentionally not letting the weight inside drag me down. I make time to stop in the morning – when preparing coffee, perhaps, even just holding the cup and appreciating it, before looking outside, seeing what there is to see without judgment.

We need our morning rituals (not routines!) to prepare us for the day. Am I using magic to change my circumstances – altering consciousness at will – or is it simply adjusting my perception to cut through that lurking fog?

There’s always a lot going on in this busy world, and so much of it is good, inspiring, uplifting. Little things that remind us why the day ahead is full of potential, even adventure. It’s up to us to notice and respond, allowing that to fuel us – and inspire others in turn.

It’s time for a run before I start work. Sweaty, smelly and painful… or zooming around the park, confusing the wildlife? I’ll leave the house with a smile now… 🙂